A Forgotten Soul

A child crying in desperation one night A mother who won’t show in the dying light He holds his bear close, wanting to sleep The darkness is huge, untamed and deep He will wonder alone as a wolf with no pack Never stopping in disparity of wicked attacks He won’t show fear the true color of his eyes Tattered as the house which he does despise

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